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Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean nearly gasped when the door opened in front of him, shoving Travers through when the cop stepped aside to let him in. He nearly ran to Mika, forgetting all about keeping Travers in front of him, but instead he just stared over the shorter man’s shoulder at Mika, “Traffic was bad.”

He quipped the words with a small smirk, and a wink, but taking in her state, his eyes began to turn into a deadly venomous glare as they scanned back up to the police officer’s face in front of him. He pushed Travers out in front of him, keeping his gun trained on the back of his head and gritted is teeth as he glared at Mika’s captor, “I thought I made myself clear that if you hurt her, you wouldn’t want to see me.”

Dean’s words dripped dangerously from his tongue, as his eyes glanced back to Mika, his hand on his gun tensing, fighting the urge to blow both men’s brains out right where they stood. The silver bullets in his pistol should be plenty enough to do the job. But he resisted and instead just kept the dangerous gaze as he spoke, “So what do you want?”

Supernatural - After The End

Madison

Madison’s stomach rumbled at the idea of eating food, almost like it was telling her that she definitely wanted to try the burrito as Esme offered it. She nodded her head carefully, and walked with her hands crossed in front of her, linking her fingers together, over to the chair. She sat down in the chair, just as Sam chimed in about Esme’s decision to let Madison eat some of her food. Madison paused.

But Esme’s answer, and the excitement to try human food, and act like a human made Madison’s heart stutter with excitement. She reached forward, having watched Esme eat and mimicked how she picked up the other half of the burrito, holding it up to her face and staring it over. Sighing, she brought it to her mouth and took a bite, her face instantly turning up into a smile as she chewed.

“This makes me very happy.”, she chimed, chewing a large mouthful. She turned to Sam, holding up the burrito and smiled widely around her food, “I like the food!”

Dean Winchester

Dean’s face fell a bit when Sam asked about letting Esme get away. It wasn’t something he had really pondered, and even though his brother meant his words as a joke, it stung in the pit of Dean’s stomach, a bit. He didn’t have an answer for the non-question, because it wasn’t really his choice to ‘let’ Esme do anything. She just…didn’t come back. He smirked, giving a small and fake chuckle when Sam clapped his upper arm, and shook himself out of the thoughts he had begun having again.

He turned his attention back to what was happening at the table, watching Madison dig into the burrito, extremely happy with the results of her first meal. Dean couldn’t help but smile proudly at her, giving her a thumbs up as her face turned to Sam. The kid was already growing on him, whether he wanted to admit it or not. He had a soft spot for orphans, especially girls that were on their own in the world.

If he wasn’t careful, he would end up absolutely attached to her, like a father. As Esme threw his burrito at him, Dean’s reflexes barely stopped it from hitting him in the face. He caught it with one hand, and narrowed his eyes at her, “Really? Is this something I have to look forward to again? I thought we had grown out of that, by now.”

He laughed and walked over to the table, glancing at Madison as he sat down in another free chair, gesturing for his brother to follow them. He turned his eyes back to Madison, and reached across to tap his fingers on the table, “Slow down there, kiddo. You’ll end up with heartburn…and I don’t want to see what your body tries to do when it has indigestion."

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean kept his gun on Travers the entire drive, watching him closely as he drove to his house. He didn’t know if this was an ambush or just a poorly planned attack that the skin walkers didn’t know was going to end badly for them, but he wanted to be prepared for anything as they drove.

As they pulled up to the house, his eyes instantly fell on Mika’s Impala, his eyes softening into a scared sigh as he took in the paintjob, and how distinct the car was sitting there. He half hoped he would find her in the drivers seat, and this was all just a hoax. No one had her. She was fine. But seeing the police car nearby, Dean knew that wasn’t the case, and time was running out.

He opened the door to the car carefully, walking around to the drivers side. He ripped the door open next to Travers and reached in, his free hand pulling a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket. Clasping one of the handcuffs on Travers left hand, he pulled him from the car, wrenching his hand around his back, before reaching out and grabbing his right hand, handcuffing them together.

“You keep your mouth shut and do what I tell you…or you die.”, Dean growled in his ear, picking his pistol up from the roof of the car, and shoving the barrel against Travers back, while his other hand grabbed his arm roughly, shoving him forward. He walked him aggressively up to the front door of the house, wrapping on the door with his pistol.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean stared around the parking lot anxiously as Travers walked around to the different cars. He was beginning to lose his patience with trying to find a car the easy way, and had begun to prepare himself to shatter a window, to get into one. But Travers popped one of the doors, and Dean let out a quiet and relieved sigh.

Keeping his gun on his lap, he opened the car door and quickly sat in the passenger seat, bending under the dash to pull the power panel as Travers recognized the address on the back of his hand. He held up the hand, “This is your house? Well. Lucky day for you, right? They’re holding my girlfriend, in your house.”

As Dean sneered the words to him, he ducked back under the dashboard and pulled two of the power wires from box, pulling his knife from his pocket and flipping it open. He stripped the rubber from the two wires and began pressing them together. After a few moments, the car roared to life, with Dean pressing the gas as a helping hand.

“Get in the car and put on your seatbelt. We’re in a hurry.”, Dean said simply to Travers, as he picked his gun back up and pointed it at him, dropping the wires to hang below the dashboard, “Get in the car!”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean’s eyebrows instantly fell when he heard the voice on the other end of the phone, and it wasn’t Mika’s voice. He wanted to threaten the person, and make them fear for their lives, but they spoke too fast for him to get a word in, but when he was able to, “If you so much as touch a hair on her head, I’ll cut your throat until I find bone. Do you hear me?!”

He wasn’t able to threaten much more as the Officer named an address and made a threat toward Mika, just as Mika’s voice rang out over the phone and Dean’s breath hitched in his throat. She was alive. She seemed angry, but she was alive. Closing his phone, he turned back to Travers, his eyes seething.

“No. It wasn’t her.”, Dean growled, gritting his teeth, “We need to find a car. You’re going with me..and if she dies, I’ll kill every single person you know. YOUR KIND are holding her hostage and now, it looks like they’re going to kill her. So, stop the bullshit, and walk.”

He shoved Travers forward, eyeing a few of the cars in a nearby parking lot, “Go check the doors. I’ll keep a look out. Say something when one opens…and don’t try ANYTHING.”
Dean’s anger and desperation was growing with every word as he rolled the address over in his mind, making sure he remembered it. Rummaging in his pocket, he managed to find a marker, and pulled it, uncapping it with his teeth. He brought the tip down to the back of his hand that was holding the gun, and he jotted the address across the skin.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean walked with Travers, now that they were outside, in a paranoid manner. He reached forward to grab the man’s collar, keeping his gun pressed against the back of his head as they carefully strolled. He kept letting images of what Mika might look like, if she was being tortured or worse, if they had killed her, roll through his mind as he growled with every step.

“If she’s not there, you’ll figure out where she is. Don’t worry…”, Dean growled, tightening his grip on his gun. He flinched as his cellphone vibrated against his leg, where head replaced it in his pocket. Letting go of Travers’ collar, he pulled the phone out of his pocket and notice that it was Mika’s phone number.

“Mika?! Where are you? Are you alright?”, he asked down the phone. Stopping walking, and grabbing Travers’ collar with his fingers, while still holding his gun near his head.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester and Cason

Dean shrugged his shoulders at Mika’s comment about everyone seeming happy. He was feeling at least relieved, and he felt the need to joke around with everyone, as much as he could. He watched her grab her coffee, and continued intently watching her as she sat down at the table and dug into her food. He couldn’t help the wistful smile on his face, as he watched her face.

Hearing the back door open, his ears perked up but he kept his gaze on her, until he heard the voice coming through the kitchen, and his chest tensed a bit, drawing his chin away from his chest to stare at Cason.

Cason shrugged his shoulders at Esme, when she mentioned that Cupid was able to control him. It was something he wasn’t quite sure of, either. He knew that he wasn’t in control of much, while Mika was on top of him, but he was aware of everything that was happening. He had moved against her. He had made decisions with her. Sighing, he shook his head, not sure what to say.

As Esme offered to essentially protect him, Cason’s head perked up, his gaze softening as he scanned her eyes with a small smile, “Well. Worth anything or not, I’ll take you back to your motel. Don’t worry. I just can’t believe you care enough to try and keep them from killing me.”

He gave an awkward laugh, reaching out and taking her hand, before pulling her away from her car, and starting the trek across the parking lot. He stepped through the garage with her, passing Dean’s black Impala on their way, and with a shaky hand, he opened the kitchen door, stepping into the room silently with Esme.

Annabeth

Annabeth laughed brightly at Natalia’s praise of her as Dean struggled to find words to get back at her with. She kept her hands in Sam’s hair, pooling all of it onto the top of his head as they laughed. She watched Mika walk into the room, and honestly was happy to see her seem so calm and normal.

“She seems okay this morning…”, she leaned forward to whisper in Sam’s ear with a smirk, before Cason stepped through the back door and her head snapped toward him, dropping Sams hair and bringing her hands down instead to nervously play with his earlobes, “And in walks trouble. Watch Dean.”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean quickly released the single rope that was holding Travers to the chair, pulling his pistol and pointing at the man’s face. With his free hand, he whipped the ropes around, and completely freed Travers, stepping back from him, his eyes deadly, “Don’t try anything stupid or I’ll drop you before you can raise your hand…”

He shot a glance toward the door, in a way to tell him to walk, and stepped forward. His heart was racing at the fact that Mika was in trouble, because they were out numbered. There was no way either of them would have been in a safe situation, no matter which side of this they took. Unfortunately, he had made the wrong call, and now she was a hostage.

He tried to blink away the thoughts of what might be happening to her, as he stoved Travers with his hand, “Move. Take me to them. And if they’ve touched a hair on her head, you..and all the other freaks in this town are going to die, TONIGHT!”

Dean was seething in fear and rage, showing the darkest side of himself in that moment. He would tear this town apart, until he had Mika back safely.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean sighed, his face showing sympathy for Travers as he stared at him. It seemed the man really loved his wife, if he was willing to just stay with her after finding out she was a skinwalker. Dean could relate. As he answered his phone, he stepped away from Travers and turned his face toward the bathroom.

As Mika explained to him what she had found, he narrowed his eyes, listening. Slowly, his face began to turn to anger, as she explained that Travers had indeed been lying to him. He turned back to Travers, his eyes burning holes into him as he stared and continued to listen.

“Alright. Get out of there and get yourself back here…”, Dean started, before he heard the other voice on the line, “Mika? MIKA?!”

Hearing the phone hit the ground, after her voice broke off, Dean pulled his phone from his ear, holding it to his forehead and squeezing it to the point that it made a sound, straining against his grip. He clenched his jaw and let a sigh leave his nose.

“You’re going to take me to them.”, he whispered to Travers, slowly opening her eyes and turning toward him, with rage in his eyes, “Wherever the solicitors are…You’re going to take me to them. My partner just got ambushed, while she explained to me that YOU ARE A LIAR!”

Dean roared, his body falling forward to place two angry strong hands on Travers thighs. He was now in panic mode, as well as ‘tired of the bullshit’ mode. Mika was in trouble and they still didn’t know exactly what the hell was going on. He wanted answers….now.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean took the photo from Travers’ hand, gazing at it with interest. He took in every feature, every recognizable thing about the area around the two people in the photo and glanced up at Travers, with a small smirk, “She’s pretty. But if she’s a skinwalker, and you’ve always known about it…what does that make you? You a skin walker too? Dog, maybe?”

He asked the question intently, pulling hard against the rope that still rested around Travers’ legs and chest to make sure he couldn’t break free from the restraints. He stared down at the photo for a few moments, and then back up at Travers, trying to figure him out. Dean had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that there was more to the man, than what he was telling him. He just couldn’t put his finger on the source of his paranoia. Maybe it was just the stress of such a hunt, considering that almost anyone could be a skin walker. Until they changed, there were really no ways to identify them. Just then, his phone buzzed. Flinching, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and flipped it open, seeing Mika’s number.

Dean turned away from Travers, and placed the phone up to his ear, “Mika! What’d you find?”